Hitsugi no Maou

Sabitoga led the female officer further into the darkness of the forest before lowering her back to the ground and stretching her painful leg muscles (zippers).

Overhead, the flowers of the late blooming wooden lotus are grouped (swollen) and spread as if they were lips (chills) that rinse and drink rainwater. In the long rain the world turned into muddy, only the forest ground was rustling dry.

A woman watched the Sabitoga and glanced at them. "You're really going to help the prince out," she whispers, referring to the pattern (eh) of the bone saw (honko) plugged into her chest.

"But it's reckless to fight a Mitten guard with something like that. Torture equipment is not a weapon. It's not good enough to kill a resistant enemy."

"I didn't know you had a bright woman on your weapons and torture gear."

"Don't underestimate me because I'm a woman. It is unacceptable to be ignorant of anyone who receives the name of 'official'."

"It's the first time I've seen a woman inside. But you don't know how to fight me."

"The way executioners fight?

"Miscellaneous way to fight."

Meli, and the rust that rings her leg muscles, the woman engraved a wrinkle between her eyebrows. A thin finger clasped his nose (two places), and he took out a black sachet and offered it.

When it is received, it conveys twitching heat at the fingertips. "Hit the place where the pain (was)," said the woman's lips (chills) in a slightly soft tone.

"Deer skin hot water bag. The water inside has cooled down a lot, but you'll feel better than keeping it at night."

"Thank you. Let me use it"

"Hey, really, really, do you think you can help Prince Sibuki?

Sabitoga, who plants a hot water bag under his clothes, said, "No matter," looking at the bridge of the rear palace.

"Eight years round trip to the battlefield. If you think about the death battle that got you in the division when you were a soldier, this battle is still the best."

"Please, don't be strong. Miscellaneous soldiers are pawns. You've never fought in an operation you set yourself up."

"Maneuvers and other shit (damn). Only the big picture was always taken into account. Miscellaneous soldiers are forced to storm with orders, leaving commanders far rear and thrown into the battlefield. So we had to protect our lives ourselves.

Miscellaneous soldiers without heads die first. We always fought at our discretion. "

……

"If the battle of the warriors is of the big picture, then the battle of the miscellaneous soldiers is of the local. Miscellaneous soldiers are partitioning personal level killings under military mentors who manipulate large battle streams.

This time, the big fight is Mitten's complete victory. There are no longer any warriors left to block his reign. Then how can the miscellaneous fight locally? That's all. "

A woman dropped her eyes as she jerked off her headscarf. "Miscellaneous resistance," she says to snap, her shoulders tremble loudly once.

"It was like an 'accident' that no one in the military had intended you to take from an enemy general. Yes, I've heard the warlords of my predecessors say."

"You were actually right. There is no defamation."

"You're telling me that what a military teacher can't do can be a miscellaneous soldier? You're telling me the executioner can save the prince while the heavy ministers of the state die? Yeah. You really believe that?

Sabitoga gently pressed the back of her finger against the lips (chills) of the woman who had been asking her questions without suppressing her voice.

"Otherwise, you'll kill me, won't you? Returning," the woman suddenly blushes her cheeks (cheeks) and nags. "That's a little too much," he says in a tone of shame (ha) for some reason, screwing up the headscarf string.

"I don't mean to make excuses, but I leave the prince's legend (by all means) and leave the rear house alone, and finally I see you. I say you don't even have a clap, so there's blood on your head..."

"Oh, that was my fault too. I'm guessing you're moving for your life, too. Angry, naturally."

"Me, Quina"

Sabitoga understood the woman's words as her name again after a moment and offered her right hand, "It's Sabitoga".

Quina smiles for the first time as she meets her, shaking hands. When I laughed, my octagonal teeth spilled, and the atmosphere was a little tight.

"The truth is, I've seen you face to face several times before. From the line of Prince Shibki's offerings."

"I'm sorry. I felt like I remembered..."

"I know exactly how you've treated Prince Shibki. How the prince has received it."

Quina stared into Sabitoga's eyes and turned off her grin. The sound of rain, which conveys the flowers of the wooden lotus, drips (dripped) from overhead.

"What the prince wants... what he thinks... I'm sure you understand that much better than I do."

……

"Please, thank you"

Everything that's going to happen.

Sabitoga told Quina, as she did yesterday from inside the cage. with the utmost caution.

Slowly, I returned the nod.